LETTERS TO A THIRD YEAR STUDENT FROM THE CLASS OF 2021 SCHOOL OF MEDICINE LETTERS TO A THIRD-YEAR STUDENT
FROM THE CLASS OF 2021 SCHOOL OF MEDICINE
Founding Editor: THERESE JONES, PHD DIRECTOR, ARTS AND HUMANITIES IN HEALTHCARE PROGRAM
Managing Editor: ANJALI DHURANDHAR, MD ASSOCIATE DIRECTOR, ARTS AND HUMANITIES IN HEALTHCARE PROGRAM
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APRIL 20, 2021
LETTERS COLLECTED FROM HIDDEN CURRICULUM, FOUNDATIONS OF DOCTORING, THE STUDENT ADVISORS FOR THE ADVISORY COLLEGES, THE GOLD HUMANISM HONOR SOCIETY and THE ARTS AND HUMANITIES IN HEALTHCARE PROGRAM
This publication was made possible by the generous support of the Undergraduate Medical Education Office in the School of Medicine, Arts and Humanities in Healthcare Program Center for Bioethics and Humanities University of Colorado Anschutz Medical Campus
TABLE OF CONTENTS
FOREWORD
AMIRA DEL PINO-JONES MD ...... 1 INTRODUCTION THERESE JONES, PHD ...... 2 FROM THE GOLD HUMANIISM HONOR SOCIETY BRENNA CAMERON, GAVRIEL RODA, YAA ASARE, AMELIA DAVIS ...... 3 LETTERS TO A THIRD-YEAR STUDENT NICHOLAS BIANCHINA ...... 6 CARLEY LITTLE ...... 8 SANJU GARIMELLA ...... 9 ANDREW TANNOUS ...... 11 KAITLYN BRUNWORTH ...... 12 LAURA MCWHIRTER ...... 13 ABIGAIL BRYANT ...... 15 BRENNA CAMERON ...... 16 DAREAN HUNT ...... 17 NATHNA CLARK ...... 18 AMELIA DAVIS ...... 19 SAMUEL DUNHAM ...... 21 JOE FUCHS ...... 22 KASEY PICKARD ...... 23 KIRA GRUSH ...... 24 MATT MINTURN ...... 26 GABRIEL YEPES ...... 27 MICHAEL KLAUSNER ...... 28 ERIN STURMAN ...... 30 CONNOR FLING ...... 31 ANONYMOUS ...... 32 MEGAN BROWN ...... 33 MATTHEW MASUR ...... 35 ANDREW PHAM ...... 36 MEGAN KUNKEL ...... 38 RICHARD SMITH ...... 39 SARA DELENN GRAVES ...... 40 AMANDA THOMPKINS ...... 41 STEFAN PETERSON ...... 43 DYLAN RAKOWSKI ...... 44 ELIA RIEDER ...... 46
AFTERWORD ANJALI DHURANDHAR, MD ...... 49
FOREWORD
I’ve spent the last several weeks looking for the perfect inspirational quotes and excerpts from famous novels to include in this introduction. I’ve considered reflecting on 2020 and the impact of the COVID-19 pandemic but hesitate to include the word “unprecedented” in yet another piece of writing (which I just did…sorry), or handing down the top 10 tips I received from other students and physicians as I made my transition from the 2nd to 3rd year of medical school. I think I want to provide the perfect words of wisdom because writing the forward to Letters to a Third Year Student is such an honor and I don’t want to disappoint. It marks your exciting transition from “medical student” to “student doctor”, and I can assure you that many of the patients you will see will call you “doctor” which at times can feel overwhelming and fraudulent. However, this will be the essence of many of the transitions you will make over time, including student to resident and resident to attending, and it is helpful to embrace those transitions with the same excitement, grace, optimism, and thoughtfulness that I know you all have. You have worked hard and sacrificed in so many different ways. Remember that you deserve to be here and you’re more than ready to continue on this beautiful journey. Needless to say, I still haven’t found the perfect quote or excerpt. I also suspect that many of your fellow medical students and faculty will include very helpful tips and advice for success as a 3rd year in this publication. However, this process and has given me time to reflect on some of my most memorable experiences as a 3rd year medical student, two of which I’d like to briefly share with you. My first patient on Internal Medicine was a young gentleman with advanced AIDS who was hospitalized with P. Jirovecii Pneumonia (PJP). It was the first time I saw PJP and Kaposi’s Sarcoma, and the first time I played cards with a patient (he won by the way). I always felt like I didn’t have enough medical knowledge to be of help, but he was always so excited to see me in the mornings, and I him, and he often gave me encouragement about the path that lay ahead for me in medicine. On OB/Gyn, I stood by my patient’s husband’s side when she developed hemorrhagic shock following a procedure, which later resulted in her having a hysterectomy and a lengthy stay in the surgical ICU. I will never forget the look of fear, sadness, and love in her husband’s eyes, as well as the look of hope and gratitude as she slowly recovered. I envisioned that this is the type of commitment, love, and connection we all seek in our relationships. I feel a little selfish telling these stories as I believe these patients gave me more than I thought I was able to give them at the time. However, I am hopeful that I positively impacted their journeys just as they impacted mine. All of our stories are intertwined. We have the distinct privilege of being a part of our patients’ lives and them a part of ours. Sometimes it is on their best days, and other times it is on their worst day. It is up to you to decide how you will be remembered in their story. As a 3rd year medical student, you have the ability to have a profound effect on your patients, their families, your teams, and your colleagues. Whether you know how to treat PJP, or can promptly recite the differential for shock, to hold someone’s hand, to listen, and to truly be present is going to be more impactful and long-lasting than you will ever imagine.
Amira del Pino-Jones, MD Associate Professor of Medicine Division of Hospital Medicine Assistant Dean for Student Affairs University of Colorado School of Medicine
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INTRODUCTION
From 1903 to 1908, Czechoslovakian poet, Rainer Maria Rilke, wrote a series of letters to a young, would-be writer about surviving as a sensitive observer in a harsh world. Rilke wrote about taking risks not only to succeed but also to fail: “Always trust yourself and your own feeling; it if turns out that you were wrong, then the natural growth of your inner life will eventually guide you to other insights." He wrote about being impatient to know everything but being comfortable with knowing nothing: "Try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language." And he wrote about being aware of yourself in the world but being cautious about taking yourself too seriously: "Don't be too quick to draw conclusions from what happens to you: simply let it happen." That book, Letters to a Young Poet, has inspired many subsequent writers and teachers to share their own observations and insights, their own words of wisdom and warning, with other young readers embarking on a life in the arts, in religious and public service, or in the professions of law and medicine. These individual works are now part of a series called The Art of Mentoring and include such titles as Letters to a Young Jazz Musician by Wynton Marsalis, Letters to a Young Conservative by Dinesh D'Souza, Letters to a Young Contrarian by the late Christopher Hitchens, and Letters to a Young Lawyer by Alan Dershowitz. The first collection of Letters to a Young Doctor was in 1996 by surgeon and writer Richard Selzer and meant to be, in his own words, "pedagogical and comradely--a reaching out to share." The goal of the second, Perri Klass' 2007 volume, Treatment Kind and Fair, was "a combination of maternal and medical wisdom." Her letters are addressed to her son in medical school--the very child born during her own education at Harvard in the 1980s, where she was one of only four women in her medical school class. Writing about and across their respective lifetimes, both Selzer and Klass not only reveal the compelling mysteries of the world of medicine but also represent the tedious challenges of the job of medicine. Members of the Class of 2021 are now part of this long and respected literary tradition by giving you practical advice, helpful suggestions, and personal reflections on the year ahead of you in this collection, Letters to a Third-Year Student. Since I launched this project a number of years ago, I, like all of the readers of all of such letters, have been given the opportunity to learn along with you, to marvel at your courage and creativity, to applaud your stamina and resourcefulness, and to bear witness to your pain and your joy. Just as these letters provide a mirror of your own experiences and emotions in the third year, they also provide a window for those of us looking in at you and looking out for you as you make this journey, so please share them with your partners, your family members, your friends and your teachers. I will close, appropriately enough, with another passage from one of Rilke's letters in which he encourages that very first reader to experience and express all that is happening around him, to him, and because of him: "Turn to what your everyday life affords; depict your sorrows and desires, your passing thoughts and beliefs in some kind of beauty. Depict all that with heartfelt, quiet, humble sincerity." If you follow such advice, just imagine what letters you yourselves will write . . .same time, next year. I can't wait to read them!
Therese (Tess) Jones, PhD Arts and Humanities in Healthcare Program Center for Bioethics and Humanities
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FOREWORD FROM THE GOLD HUMANISM HONORY SOCIETY
Dear Third-Year Colleagues,
As you prepare to enter into your clinical rotations, you stand at the beginning of what will be a period of immense growth. Right now, you are bursting with knowledge. You know the mechanisms of action of more drugs than you can count. You know the exact electrical currents that allow the heart to pump, and you know a bunch of rare kidney diseases and even more rare metabolic disorders. When you start rotations, you will all at once feel that you know so much yet nothing at all. That’s okay. You’re here to learn. Good physicians are knowledgeable and prepared. They are great scientists. But great physicians are more than their medical knowledge. They are human beings, first and foremost.
Great physicians show up for their patients. Rather than shying away from the emotional toll of their patients’ stories, they embrace them. Throughout this year, you will hear and carry with you so many stories: the stories of your patients and their families; the stories of your residents, attendings, and fellow med students. They will intertwine with your own story of why you decided to become a physician, and if you allow it, these will continue to mold you into a great doctor.
Each of us -- Brenna, Gavi, Yaa, and Amelia -- wants to share one patient story, out of the many that are now intertwined with our own. Each of these stories reminds us of our common humanity in medicine. They give us strength as we continue our training and remind us of how we can make a difference in a patient’s life, not just through medications and surgeries, but more importantly, through our care and the art of medicine.
Brenna: I had a patient on my internal medicine team who scared me half to death. He was dying, to put it frankly, and that scared me. His children came from all corners of the country to be by his bedside. They were my age. Young and ambitious and just beginning to jumpstart their lives when they were all forced to stop, unsettled by their father’s drinking that was now threatening his life. They were fierce advocates for their father and as such, often did not see eye to eye with many of our team members. My sister had just recently been hospitalized with health concerns that were still a mystery to us at the time but were all the more frightening because of their uncertainty. I understood all too well what this family was going through. And rather than become frustrated with their anger, I leaned into it. I validated their concerns and frustrations. I showed up every morning ready to give them my patience and empathy and because of that, they trusted me and began to trust the rest of the care team.
Gavi: He was a young man, previously healthy. Over the month preceding his hospitalization, he had felt increasingly short of breath while playing golf, his favorite way to spend free time. Now, he had heart failure secondary to a non-ischemic cardiomyopathy. He had no family history and no known risk factors. This was a devastating blow to his life- one that was inexplicable to him and the medical team alike. Each day, after I listened to his irregularly beating heart, I would remove my stethoscope and hand it to him so he could hear the difference over time. As we titrated his medications and removed excess water from his body, we rejoiced in his physical, albeit superficial, return to normalcy. Despite improving medically, we talked about the things medicine cannot heal: the toll of his new condition, the anxiety he felt about its course, his fear of death. On our patient’s last day prior to his discharge home, he handed me a note written on the back of his new cardiologist’s card:
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“keep me in mind.” I was stunned. Here stood a man with open arms, expressing gratitude, despite facing incredible uncertainty and fear. He reminded me of what was most important when my uncle was transported to hospice after a long battle with multiple myeloma- it wasn’t explaining the next steps or the lab trends. It was leaning into the pain together. Both this patient and my uncle remind me that medicine alone offers only one piece of the healing process. Compassion and our presence provide something knowledge and clinical practice cannot mend.
Yaa: He was an 88-year-old veteran who came to us with profound fatigue after dialysis. When I walked into his room, my first thought was that he reminded me of my grandfather: the pattern of his wrinkles, the studious eyes, the cane resting near the bed. His chest X-ray showed pneumonia, so we began to treat him with antibiotics. Day after day, we greeted each other the same way. I would say “Good morning, Mr. J,” and he’d say, “It’s a blessing to be alive, Dr. Yaya.” He would tell me how his night was, and I would perform a physical exam. At the end of each visit, I would find him a heated blanket and tuck him back into his bed or the chair. Then he developed symptoms of delirium. At 6pm one evening, I was on my way out the hospital doors when I got a call that he was angry and refusing all assistance. It was only right to pay him a visit. By the time I arrived, he was calm and lying in bed. I greeted him and he responded, “You came to see me.” There was nothing else to say but, “Of course, sir.” I sat on his bed and held his hand until he fell asleep. After several similar episodes, there was a family meeting regarding goals of care. I met his wife, Mrs. V, who was adamant that we could “give him back his health.” Despite multiple interventions, he remained delirious and ill on most days. She pulled me aside one day and said, “We don’t know each other well, but something tells me your spirit is what my husband needs. All I ask is that you make him laugh at least once a day. That’s good enough.” I tried my best to fulfill this request until my rotation came to an end. Several weeks later, I received a phone call that he had passed away. I still don’t quite know the “spirit” Mrs. V was referring to, but I’m forever grateful that she felt it had healing power, however temporary. While I learned endless treatment algorithms during rotations in 3rd year, what I remember the most is that sometimes, it’s as simple as holding hands and laughing together.
Amelia: “What is going on? What does this mean?” His bed was at the far end of the room with the window shades open to let in the sunlight. He lay grumpily in his bed, insisting, “I feel fine. When can I go home?” His daughter, her worried face drawn tight, shook her head at her father’s words and turned to me, inquiring again, “What is going on? What does this mean?” The pulmonologist and the fellow had just whisked themselves away from the bedside after a whirlwind of percussion, palpation, and auscultation. The pulmonologist asked me a rapid-fire series of questions about what I thought was going on based on what I heard and saw. Words like “effusion” and “malignancy” and “multiple myeloma” floated around the room as uncertain possibilities. “We need a tap,” the pulmonologist declared before placing his hand on the father’s shoulder and nodding a farewell. Standing there alone with the daughter’s questions, I felt the heavy weight of responsibility. I took a breath to shoo away the brief moment of panic that imposter syndrome bestows upon me from time to time. I didn’t have the fancy answers and all that I didn’t know I answered honestly. But I could share what I did understand and what the medical team was doing. I could sit with her and her father for as long as they needed. I could learn of his lifetime of good health in several countries and the names of the members of his large and affectionate family who was eagerly awaiting the homecoming of their patriarch. I could take the daughter’s cell phone and listen to her exuberant and concerned sister-in-law as we navigated her questions together. I could
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openly validate the fear and frustration that can accompany an unexpected hospital stay. In that moment, amidst all the uncertainty, I was exactly where I needed to be.
These are only a fraction of the stories we have collected. If we could impart any advice to you, it would be to make sure that during this busy year, you take time to collect your own stories. You all are entering your clinical medicine careers during an unprecedented time. While this cannot be ignored, it makes it all the more important to separate your patient from the disease, to see the human before the pathology. As a third-year medical student, you have the gift of time. Choose to spend it with your patients when you can. Humanity and the joy of becoming a physician reside within these connections.
Brenna, Gavi, Yaa, and Amelia On Behalf of The Gold Humanism Honors Society (GHHS)
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Dear Amazing Future Physician, Welcome to third year! I cannot wait for you to embark on this amazing journey and hope you get to explore all the aspects of medicine that drew you into this rewarding career. I’m not gonna lie to you… third year is difficult, and I won’t pepper you with illusions that you won’t at times question whether you are good enough to be here. As third year progressed, I found myself returning to the following questions to provide myself some clarity, and I hope it can do the same for you. 1. Have you eaten today?
Let me tell you about getting hangry and my new terms: hustrated (hungry + frustrated) and had (hungry + sad) are very real. When you are feeling despondent by all the events of third year, grab a granola bar and see if things change. Even a pack of peanut butter M&Ms made many night shifts worth it.
2. When is the last time you talked to a fellow med student?
Being a medical student is an extremely unique experience, especially during your third year. In fact, even as a fourth year, I can feel myself slipping in my ability to relate to the confusion, frustration and awe of the clerkship time. When in doubt, talk it out. Lean on your fellow med students as you will be surprised you aren’t the only one feeling what you are feeling. Yes, everyone has gotten to the end of presenting labs and realized they were sharing the wrong patients’ labs. You are not alone. 3. Who did you help today?
As a third-year student, you will often ask yourself, “Will anyone even notice if I wasn’t here?” Sometimes, you will feel like you are, as a fellow classmate put it, “paying for the privilege of being in the room.” Yet, you made an impact on someone, I promise. Did you spend an extra 5 minutes talking to a patient about their family? Go and grab the surgical patient a cup of water? Hold a nervous child’s attention while the pediatrician talked the parents? Or give verbal support to a woman in labor? You did something for someone. While it may seem small, it may make someone’s day 1% better, and that is worth it. 4. Seriously, have you eaten and had something to drink?
5. The final piece is not a question but a task. Go back to your medical school personal statement. In it, you will find something: passion. A passion to help people, learn about medicine, treat and cure disease. You all have written about wanting to change the healthcare system, understand the patient’s experience and help the underserved. Remember why you went into medicine in the first place. Often you will find yourself grounded in your purpose, and the long days and stress of clinical grades will become waves in the background.
And after all this, I return to the all-time favorite piece of advice that I have gotten in medical school: No one thinks about you as much as you think about you. Remember when you
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dropped the sterile instrument in the field? Turns out the surgeon will forget within the next 24 hours. You know how you didn’t know the differential diagnosis for left upper quadrant abdominal pain? You give upwards of 150 presentations throughout your internal medicine and primary care rotations. Trust me, no one remembers each one. Give yourself grace therefore to make mistakes, try new things and above all, become a better doctor. I promise you will end third year reminded of why you are here, and the amazing days are more at the forefront of your mind than the bad.
And don’t forget to eat!
Nicholas Bianchina MD Class of 2021
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Dear Third-Year Student, This next year of your life will be filled with excitement, frustration, gratitude, confusion, self- doubt, love, curiosity, anxiety, passion, and joy. It will push you to your limits while you simultaneously experience the highest of highs.
When I reflect on one of my most memorable moments of third year, I am brought back to a patient’s room on the 9th floor at Denver Health. This was someone I had the pleasure of taking care of for two weeks straight. We had vulnerable conversations about her struggles with diabetes and subsequent end-stage renal disease. She told me about her dog giving birth to 6 puppies on a pile of dirty laundry. She would always encourage me while I presented her case in front of the team on morning rounds. She even participated in rounds and always made our team laugh. At the end of those weeks, it came time for the team to pass the baton to the new attending and residents. When we told the patient, she was visibly upset. We had worked as a team on her care and really bonded over discussions about her life and what she had been through. As she was tearing up about us leaving, she said, “well, are you at least going to sing me something?” Without skipping a beat, my attending put his hands on our shoulders and shouted, “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away!” We all joined in at various points and watched her face light up. It was an instance of pure, untainted joy.
Keep any eye out for moments like these; they will sustain you.
Carley Little
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Dear Phase III Student, Do you remember your first day of high school? First day of college? What about your first day of medical school? Do you remember the mixed feelings of excitement and the nerves that came with it? I’m sure that many of you feel similarly now as you enter the first day of the rest of your lives, and I hope you remember that YOU ARE READY! But, just for good measure, below is a list of things to pack into your backpack/purse/messenger bag on your first day in clinic: